The Story of Emma

by Sean O'Kane

  I lost track of time and became docile and wholly subservient in a way I could not have been before, so I thought nothing of it when, one night in the barn, Monsieur and Madame entered unexpectedly with a retinue of about thirty doms and dommes with accompanying slaves. The session that then ensued started with me being put face down on an X cross which was then tipped horizontal. And while the other slaves were put to use, in the middle of the floor I was beaten by what felt like everyone in the place. In the intervals between beatings, I was presented with cock after erect cock until I really didn’t think I could swallow any more sperm. Fortunately those who hadn’t enjoyed my mouth by that time seemed happy enough with one or other of my nether orifices.

  Madame eventually unfastened me and made a great fuss of me, giving me a glass of wine and letting me kneel and lick her pussy while she talked to her friends. Then I was put back on the cross, face up this time and it was the dommes’ turn. As women they gave my female parts the sort of patient, excruciating treatment that only women can. And all the while I was given pussy after pussy to lick out. It was a night of delicious surfeit, my face was running in the juices of the women who were whipping me, clamping my nipples, hot waxing me and doing so with such casual ease while they also tormented their own slaves, that eventually I almost passed out from the orgasms.

  Only in the small hours of the morning did the reason for such an overwhelming session become evident. Madame announced to the whole assembly while I hung by my ankles beside her that I had served out my contract and that in the next few days we would decide on the future. I slept very little for what was left of that night and was very confused and out of sorts. Quite suddenly no one gave me any orders, I wasn’t shackled in the barn and I was allowed clothes. I moved into the first floor flat in the barn and I had to decide what I was going to do. It was very unsettling after the years I had spent as a slave; a mere plaything with no will or mind of its own.

  The whole subject of slavery had such confusing emotional baggage for me now that I was given the option of not serving. It had been the best and the worst of my life to that date and I just couldn’t decide if I wanted it to go on or if I wanted to get off the roller coaster for a while. In the end one idea came to dominate my thinking. If I wanted to come back to SM, I had plenty of friends. But what I really needed to do first was re-establish myself as myself. And that meant going back to journalism; and that meant England. With the decision made, I fell out of love with SM entirely and I’m afraid I was a bit surly and ungrateful towards the Laferges for the last few weeks of my stay.

  So here I am again, back in England! The Laferges were wonderful, now I have been able to stand back, I can see that. I appreciate them properly now and I write to them regularly. In fact I fully intend to serve them again for a year or so when I can. In the meantime, I am beginning to experiment with writing longer pieces and am hopeful that I will soon have the courage to embark on a full length novel in which I shall draw on my wonderful experiences as a slave.

  Emma Stewart.

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